That's not true. More like that's a dichotomy that was shoved down our throats as it was yours.

You know what I fantasized about? Going off to Yellowstone and building myself a log cabin and having a pet bear who played Duck Duck Goose with my horses and me.

Or rebuilding Atlantis as an undersea city dedicated to being a kind of preserve for whales.

Or flying.

Or being a combat pilot. Or an astronaut.

What I did not fantasize about was being a pretty princess and being saved. Especially not by some dude.